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A
little piece of you
The little peace in me
Will
die
For this is not america
Blossom fails to
bloom
This season
Promise not to stare
Too
long
For this is not a miracle
There was a
time
A storm that blew so pure
For this could be
the biggest sky
And I could have
The faintest idea
Snowman melting
From the inside
Falcon
spirals
to the ground
So bloody red
Tomorrows
clouds
A little piece of you
The little
piece in me
Will die
For this is not america
There was a time
A wind that blew so young
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have
the faintest idea
This could be the biggest sky
This could be a miracle
This could be
Si
un día he de morir
si un día he de morir
que sea aquí
donde yo nací
que sea aquí en Maracaibo.
Si un día he
de morir
que sea aquí donde yo nací
que sea aquí en
Maracaibo.
Mi vida en Norteamérica
es un desierto de
amor
trabajo duro de sol a sol.
Oye mi reina yo quiero
estar
donde se juntan selva y mar.
Yo vi gente morir
yo
vi gente mezclar
su sangre con el oro negro
en los lagos
de Maracaibo.
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